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Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Get home already!

My parents take a biker vacation every July. I know I shouldn't worry, because my dad is a safe biker guy. But I still do. Every year.

Be safe, you crazy biker people.

Even though I grew up around motorcycles and my dad literally pieced one together in the basement, I am scared to death of them. I haven't rode one since about fourth grade. I burnt my leg really bad leaning up against the pipe, and I said to hell with that. I cannot stand to be on the road (especially the interstate) with motorcycles. I can't stand the way they weave in and out of traffic, often without helmets, and think they are invincible .

I know my dad is not like that. He is safe, and I would trust him with my life. But come on. It is scary.

These fools are always on their bike, and now my brother is a Harley guy too. And my nephew is obsessed with getting bike rides.